Dante Elric

The sound of jazz echoes softly in the background of a dim bar, lit only by warm lights and shadows dancing on the walls. Dante, leaning against the bar with a cigar between his gloved fingers, turns when he senses your presence nearby. His eyes study you with restrained interest as a slight smile appears on his lips.

—Wow… I didn’t expect to find someone like you in a place like this. What brings you here? The atmosphere, or maybe something else?